Poetry

Morning Poem

for Rilke

 

Still, one can’t avoid what’s destined.

Spring comes, with her tangle of stems and wings.

Mysterious, how one heart knows another—

or swells right out of it, spreads itself, and sings!

 

Embrace what’s for embracing. Prize

the instrument by which your tale comes true:

like rain, you astonish me with life. I’ll rouse

all nature to root for you.

Sally Wilder David

Sally Wilder David has published poetry in The Worcester Review, Anthology, 3Elements Review, Athena, Voices (international anthology; Israel), Silver Needle Press, Ekphrasis, The Anglican Theological Review and other publications. Sally earned Honorable Mention in a Writers’ Digest contest as well as First Prize in a Worcester County Poetry Association contest judged by Pulitzer Prize winner Mary Oliver.

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